yourace (yourace) wrote in angellogs, @ 2019-08-19 15:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | aedan vael, bayek, desmond miles, emmett frye, evie frye, ezio auditore da firenze, harry causey, jacob frye, shaun hastings, thea queen, tulio, yvette moore |
Who: Yvette Moore, Frye Family, Harry Causey, more or less everyone in the Assassin's HQ
When: Current
Where: Assassin's HQ
What: Yvette's still figuring out how to handle being so far from home, and is a bit bemused by the glee at having another woman in the group.
Rating/Warnings:
Status: Complete
Yvette got a quick x-ray, and the general agreement is that she should stick with the pills she had, but there'd be some testing of other pills if that didn't work. The no sedation due to the nanites thing shouldn't come up when mostly what she needs is anti-swelling, and thankfully her real phone - her old phone still had battery so she could pull up her allergy list.
Brand names of drugs or no, but that apparently was fascinating. Talking about why she had some notes about Lorena's IntSec's more unsavory drug options was - interesting. She was used to people thinking it was terrible, yes, but not the shock that the U.N. or equivalent hadn't started screaming about it.
But she got to the government building, or whatever the assassins were in (hotel? Not like any she knew.) She got a key for her room, in a lovely chunky punchcardy feeling format, and turned on the news for a while before she had to turn it down. She drifted off to sleep, sitting up in a cushy armchair, and woke up in the morning to a way too chipper host in a morning variety show. Yoga and low fat cooking mixed with light news and pictures of cats.
She checked the bag of clothes, and - well - she had orders to take it easy, so she's emerging from her room with a borrowed dressing gown over a t-shirt and some pajama pants.
Shaun was particularly interested in the notes when that became known, even though he doesn’t quite know all the markers for the bio things. He’s wishing they had a doctor among the assassins here. It might be a better idea to cross over to the templars and ask Mercy about things, if Yvette agrees later. Part of Haytham’s crew or not, he does trust her opinions, and well, the woman literally turned a dying man into a robot to save him, so...it’s probable she knows a bit more about those basics. He’s got it on the mental to do list anyway.
At the moment, most of the assassins are around the place, with a few exceptions, but as Yvette crosses into the room, it’s Evie who’s standing up to come around and say hello first.
“Ms. Moore? I’m likely a bit of a blur to you, but I’m Evie Frye. If you have questions about anything, we all can help. There’s sometimes a bit of an overdose of...masculine energy around here though, so if you’re interested in some time connecting with just women, there’s Thea and I for that.” She’s nodding off at the other room, where Thea and Aedan are bent over some sort of program on a tablet, apparently checking out a webpage by the sounds of it.
"You and Thea - the clothing, right? I'm grateful for the options." Yvette waves slightly. "Good morning. And honestly, connecting with coffee right now and a couch is probably the most I can manage, but I'd be happy to meet people. Is breakfast going at this hour?"
“That was some of our extras, yes.” Evie smiles. “We’re glad to help. It’s so nice to have another woman around. I’ve got a friend who comes around sometimes, Isannah, who you’ll probably get along with too, but she and her brothers have a boy that her youngest brother is looking after, so they try to stay close to home so he has a bit more of a sense of family. And of course it is. A few people have gone off already, but the majority of us should be around. If you’d like, I can herd people toward you and we can figure out what you’d like to eat and someone could fetch it. Walking on that must be difficult.”
"It's pretty sore. I fell off a parking ramp." Yvette shakes her head. "Entire place had that caution paint, but not there." She's looking around. "I'm guessing Shaun might end up in the library, if there is one, if he's not got an office, but lead on? I'm not sure what a typical breakfast is out here."
“He does have one, but we can get him down if he’s not come there himself.” Evie says, passing through slowly enough so they can keep talking. “And well, that varies quite a bit among ourselves. We’re from so many countries and...so many TIMES that the standards change a little. Most of the time, I prefer something along the lines of tea with toast and jam, but when there’s more time for it, I like to add a boiled egg for egg and soldiers. Sausages and bacon are nice too. Arno and Shay, when they’re about, have this THING about potatoes, and on the occasions we have Grandmaster Kenway visiting, fish with butter sneaks its way in.”
At the moment, the kitchen has Ezio, currently scrambling eggs, Aedan and Thea with their tablet and their notes, Jacob dipping toast strips into an egg, Emmett and Harry sipping tea, with similar on their plates, Bayek with what appears to be some sort of hot cereal with spices, and Tulio, digging out tortillas with meat and some cheese.
As they enter the kitchen, Emmett and Harry are both standing up, since they’re closest to the door.
“Good morning, Miss Frye.” Harry smiles, still a little stupidly even though he KNOWS there’s no future in that sort of thing. He still hasn’t quite gotten over the fact he WANTS there to be one. “And this must be Ms.Moore.”
“May I help you get something?” Emmett crosses around. The resemblance between him and Evie is pretty strong, even though her early twenties is a bit young to have a seventeen year old. And then Jacob is smiling in Yvette’s direction as he stands up too, quickly swallowing a mouthful of food before speaking.
“‘Morning.” He says casually. “I see you’ve met the EVIL twin.” And the much younger one by the looks of it.
“These three.” Evie nods at the little group, “Are from further along in the timeline than myself. This is Jacob, my YOUNGER brother, until the time issues here,”
“By four minutes!” Jacob interjects, and Evie rolls her eyes.
“My YOUNGER brother, his associate, Mr. Causey…”
“Harry.” Harry says, giving Yvette a nod. “It’s a pleasure.”
“And, my nephew Emmett.” Evie finishes. “And over here…”
Aedan’s somewhat guiltily looking up from his phone as he hits send on a message, then pocketing it with a glare from Evie. Still, Desmond and Shaun are heading into the kitchen now, deep in conversation as Shaun’s glancing at his own phone. Evie gives him a look too, and he shakes his head.
“What? I wasn’t in the room yet, I’m hardly being rude about it!”
Desmond shakes his head, smiling at Yvette. “Did you sleep okay?”
Yvette offers a bow as best she can with crutches. "I did sleep all right. It's a pleasure, meeting all of you. Don't let me interrupt your breakfast. I'm hardly charming before a mug of coffee and I'm still kind of finding which way the ground is aiming." She's trying though as she counts off on her fingers. "Your brother, Jacob, Emmett, your nephew, Mr. Causey. Mr. Aedan. And I would adore a little help, if you could, Mr. Emmett. I was hoping I could get a plate or a tray or something and stay off my leg."
She's used to joking with Shaun and nudging him to oatmeal and cooking coffee for him. It's different here, with this team of friends. Better for him, she'd say.
“Of course.” Emmett smiles.
Shaun IS better here, it’s true. And there’s an Ezio turning around from the stove and smiling. “Ah, welcome,” He steps around to take her hand. “I am Ezio Auditore.” A name he supposes she MIGHT have heard from her Shaun in passing if things were similar.
Yvette blinks. And blinks again. "I . . . fear I'm going to be mentally thinking of you as The Ezio Auditore. Reynard told me some stories about you. Almost all flattering." She takes his hand. "A pleasure. I'm . . . I suppose a not too important revolutionary. From somewhere that doesn't exist here. All the better, in the end. I met Reynard because we both were being blackmailed. And I met Shaun here because he rather looks like my Fox. I can speak Italian, but I'm told I sound like I'm from Provencal when I try."
She's got a bit of a French meets Spain accent going in and out there.
Ezio grins at that. “Ah, of course they were.” He grins, going in for a kiss to her hand, because he can.
“We heard a little, that you’d worked with a different Shaun, and funny you mention. Our newest apprentice is from Provence. Different world and time, I am sure, but still. That may be interesting when he’s back from training.”
More like Enjolras and Tadgh are at a Sein Feinn meeting, but he’s not saying that yet.
"I've been told I don't sound Parisian at all, but - well - different worlds." Yvette bows as best she can and kiss his hand back. "Can I charm you out of some eggs and toast, perhaps? Mr. Emmett said he might be able to help me carry a plate over, and then I'm inclined to not move for a while."
“True.” Ezio nods. “And Enjolras is not FROM Paris, so that will help. Some small fishing village. He lived in Paris for a while, but…” He shrugs. “And of course. Would you like cheese in them? We’ve got all sorts of things.”
“Definitely.” Tulio waves. “I’m Tulio, by the way.” He’s flashing Yvette a bit of a grin that might or might not be flirty, depending on how you want to read it. “In MY life before here, I found the lost city of gold.”
“Ignore him.” Desmond puts in. “he DID but...he HAS a boyfriend. And a girlfriend. Not here, but…”
"Is it always like this, Ms. Frye?" Yvette's smiling. "I'll be fine. Honestly, anything is good. I'd steal tortillas from you, Mr. Tulio, and retreat off a bit like a cat that caught your last bit of toast."
“Sometimes it’s even more crowded.” Evie’s smiling too. “When more of the group are around. Arno and Shay don’t live here, but they come around to visit a lot and keep rooms here, just in case Arno stays over, we’ve got a few people training or on assignments, but...this IS basically it.”
“You can certainly do that.” Tulio agrees, setting some out. “This is a food thing here, Breakfast burritos. You put all your fillings in the tortilla like a normal way to do it, but it’s things like egg and cheese.”
Yvette's leaning on her crutches a bit, but she's working on filling things up. A bit of fruit from the counter, some eggs mostly held by tortillas, and a bit of toast. Probably a bit carb heavy, but she's hungry, and she didn't eat well the other day, so - better to make up for it now. "It all looks lovely. Shaun? Have you eaten? I fear I'm used to chasing you with mugs of oatmeal."
Emmett’s stepping around to help grab her plate so she’s not too loaded down. And definitely better to do that. It’s not like the assassins don’t commonly do the carb loading thing.
“Not yet, admittedly.” Shaun laughs. “I was going to come down when Aedan texted me you’d come in. Desmond and I were looking over a couple of things.”
"Clever." Yvette smiles. "Fill a plate so I won't fuss at you, and maybe visit after you've looked the things?"
“We’re done with looking now, actually.” Desmond says. “It was simple stuff. A couple of multiverse theory things we’d googled actually. Which sounds crazy, but...it was an interesting a weird wormhole.” He’s going for a massive bowl of sugar cereal, because he can, and adding a couple of freezer waffles with a little cream cheese and a few drizzles of something amber that’s not quite syrup. Or well, not quite maple.
“You’re putting golden syrup on waffles with CREAM CHEESE?” Shaun stares a second, then he pauses. “Actually, does that work?”
"It looks good. Huh. I'd be curious what my genetic stuff looks like here, but I suspect the answer would be throwing a lot of money at things." Yvette eyes the golden syrup and smiles at Emmett. Maybe later? "Where'd be good for me to sit? You're the expert here, Citoyen Emmett."
“With that leg, you probably want one of the more comfortable places. There are couches out through that way if we’re doing this in a portable way.” Emmett says. “Or the chairs with ottomans aren’t bad for propping a foot on.”
“That IS true.” Aedan considers. “I had a bad sprain a few months ago, and the queen anne sort of chairs were good for doing the sitting up sorts of things.”
"Couch sounds promising. I might steal the ottoman later for reading. I'm enjoying all the news options, though some of them seem a bit - ridiculous." Yvette's getting a mug of coffee. "Lead on?" She's starting to feel the ache by now, so yeah - get off her feet.
“It can be hard to determine what’s real, and well...Fake News.” Shaun says, “That’s a buzzword people toss around a lot. America’s president right now is...an interesting guy.” He’s saying that in the way you might say a severe bout of stomach flu made your holiday cruise ‘interesting’. “He made the phrase popular. But yeah the formats are all over the place.”
Yvette grimaces. "Sounds interesting. The president in Lorena, at least, mostly just stayed out of things. It was IntSec and the council you worried about."
“That council does sound...pretty bad.” Shaun says. “And I take it that’s an understatement.”
He’s moving with the group to help get Yvette settled on the sofa.
"Mostly they stuck to the police and the military. But they approved IntSec's actions or ordered them, and that definitely was some bad behavior." Yvette's leaning to start eating. "So - multiverses? Anything interesting?"
“A few theories about the convergence that caused all of this.” Shaun says. “I mean the event’s clear but not quite what it did to the UNIVERSE. So there’s speculation.”
“Whatever did happen.” Desmond says. “It turned out to be a blessing for some of us. It’s as if I have a life again and new people to live it with...it really IS the little things.”
"And it - for all that it's not perfect, it's - good to be together." Yvette's leaning to pick up her mug. "People mostly get here in - decent shape? No worse than they left?" She's got her good foot tucked in, and the bad leg propped up on a chair with pillows. She pats a spot. "There's room for someone here? Desmond?"
“For the most part.” Desmond nods and settles in, making sure his right arm’s relatively tucked behind him as he does. “If you were injured at the time, you might show up hurt, but it depends. I know some people it didn’t quite happen to like that. And thank you. This is really comfortable.”
"I know I'll miss classic Lorena lower town apartment furniture at some point, but that day is not yet." Yvette leans a little as she slides her empty plate out of the way and cradles her mug of coffee. "Thank you, all of you. This is - I think I'm really lucky, ending up with - mirror universe versions of home."
“Without the bad facial hair.” Shaun puts in, looking amused. “Well, for most of us.” He’s nodding in Ezio’s direction. “We wouldn’t really be able to tell EZIO’S evil twin I don’t think. Probably he’d sing more.”
"I'd look lovely with mutton chops, I'd have you know." Yvette can be very dignified, in a rumpled t-shirt and pajama pants. The dressing gown was lovely, but that was more credit to the person who bought it.
Desmond laughs, and faces her. “You know, I do believe you COULD pull that off. There’s a certain dignity in it. You have that.”
“And some of us are already the evil twin.’ Jacob grins, poking his head around from the corner, flanked by Scout who makes her way to Emmett’s side, even though she’s not in her vest yet. He’s tossing said vest to Emmett though.
“Just another mad morning.” he proclaims gleefully, grabbing a spot on a nearby loveseat with Evie perched on its arm. “You’ll learn to love us.”
"Mad doesn't seem so odd to me. Admittedly, two days ago, I got told to go over the border with Reynard and bug a place, and then the next day we got told to check out some recycling plant and I had that bad fall. So - that might be madness. This is - comparatively a vacation." Yvette pats Desmond's right arm. "I think I do love you all. Or I'll shock someone because I picked the wrong language to swear in. But no worries. I've seen odder things than this under the sun, Citoyen Jacob. Evil twins or no."
“Hah!” Ezio grins at that part. “That does sound like our day to day. If you ever do have the urge to practice falling, we have an obstacle course outside for it. And there’s plenty of climbing and planting of objects. Not recording devices so far as I know, but someone may prove otherwise at some point.”
“Actually.” Jacob’s raising a hand. “The ugly vase on the fireplace in the study? That one was. Nothing in the private areas. I don’t feel like anyone needs to watch anyone shower.”
"The study?" Yvette looks bemused. "And I may. I'm usually not so bad at tumbling, but it was one of those nights. I didn't want Reynard to ruin his glasses."
“To keep an eye on Shaun.” Jacob admits. “And to overhear other things.” he grins a little.
“You wanted to hear me yell at people not you, didn’t you?” Shaun snorts. “Being Mentor’s interesting, I’ll admit. But I”m going to get Ezio to do it instead. He’s better at making it clear he’s not mad but really disappointed. Somehow that’s way worse.”
Which is the point Aedan and Thea share a quick, barely noticeable glance. And Ezio coughs.
“I...don’t think I want to know.”Shaun decides, shaking his head.
"Don't wash the laundry at me. It's not even lunch." Yvette smiles at them. "Any advice on online shopping? Or is in person much better?"
“Good idea.” Shaun laughs. “And that depends, Shipping is pretty decent here, for things getting to you but if you need something fast, there’s good shops here in London.”
“And a mall, where everything’s within closer distance and we could find a chair to rent for you to keep you off the foot.” Emmett says, thinking that over. “We’ve all had injuries to contend with before.”
"I'd be all right with walking." Yvette's thinking. "I'd like to try applying for some jobs, in - two days? So perhaps order some things for at home, and maybe - someone could go out with me to do some shopping? Take it easy a bit with the chair? My suit when I got here was in decent shape, by local standards, but hardly the sort of thing you'd want to laze around in. I'm not sure what's available on the net either."
That's a good point. "Would either of you need to go to the mall?" she asks.
“That sounds like a good idea. The sort of work will help us decide what you’re interested in too.” Evie says. “They’re quite a bit less formal than in many places, but for offices, you’d still want something smart.”
"Personal assistant or secretarial stuff shouldn't be too bad. I'd need to get some character witnesses to make up for things, or get hired into people like us, but -" Yvette shrugs. "I can be charming, and a job with set hours would be good until I get my feet under me."
“I think that can be arranged.” Shaun says. “I mean, considering that I do know you in ONE universe, technically. And there ARE plenty of people who might need someone. Actually…” he’s thinking a moment. “I do have a thought. Enjolras, our newest apprentice was doing some secretarial type stuff for his adopted brother. Since he’s here now, that’s not happening as much. Bahorel has a charity that helps trafficking victims. He’s technically got a law degree but no one in their right mind wants him in a court room. Too many contempt of court charges. He gets...excited. And enjoys being in the fray when he can help someone.”
"I could talk to him."
“I think he’d like you.” Desmond notes. “Bahorel’s kind of a force onto himself but that’s with people who are part of the problem.”
"I'm not sure I want another criminal record, but - it's good work." Yvette smiles. "I can talk to him. It's a good idea."
“Well, it wouldn’t be your record. He DOES do things legally as far as his work is concerned.” Shaun says. “It’s too important to him not to. And I don’t think he’d take you on raids, really. He doesn’t tend to bring people who aren’t specially trained.”
"Which is promising." Yvette leans to bring up something on the new phone. "I saw this posting too. It's at a museum."
“The children and family one?” Shaun asks. “They’re pretty good there. They have a huge focus on emphasizing everything someone can do, even if they’re still kids at the moment. It’s a nice way of tying things together.”